The Threat in Her Head

"Thank you. Just give me a second, am gonna have to answer this outside." I stealth a kiss on Ghino's cheek to make sure he could not afford to get mad at me, especially when the call came from his rival.

Then I looked for a perfect place outside where Ghino or anyone from the boutique store could not give attention to me talking to Dylan. "What's up? I can't talk much right now. Ghino gave me three minutes at most."

"Hey? It's me, Elaine," Brother Noah's trembling voice rumbled in my ears instead of Dylan's.

"Why do you have his phone, Brother Noah? Where's Dylan?" While letting out those words, my anxiety started to burst out. Several thoughts, negative ones, were recreated in my wildest brain.

Dylan Spencer, either as the CEO of the Spencer Group and Companies or as my best friend for eight years, barely let anyone touch his phone unless he was on the verge of an emergency.

We have been friends as far as my brain can remember, but I can only use his privat